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"Oh, ow, ow." Yves King grimaced and yelped quietly, "Faye, take it easy, you're about to twist off my ear." Actually, he was doing it on purpose, not dodging. This woman was feeling both embarrassed and mad, a pure mix of coyness and defiance. He needed to indulge her a bit so that the situation could calm down. Besides, it seemed that he really was at fault in this situation, feeling guilty towards Faye Owen and even more so towards Wendy Quay.
Sure enough, seeing Yves King in such a miserable state cooled off Faye Owen considerably. A smile danced on her lips as she was feeling smug and said sarcastically, "Weren't you quite a hotshot just now? Haven't you been cherishing Wendy often in your heart? Haven't you put much effort into courting her? She came to bring you soup in the middle of the night, even gave you a kiss, you must be pleased, right?"
